Sometimes co-ordinating time to go fishing together can be hard for the three of us. We all work different shifts and have varying days off. Add in to the mix the fact that the Jester has two young kids and a wife who works weekends, and time becomes a rare commodity. In the summer we bring the kids with us and they have a blast on shore cheering us on. His eight year-old daughter is great at helping to release or bonk the fish and even reeled in a sockeye last year. In the winter the places we have been fishing are definitely not kid friendly. So, on Saturday evening when the Jester discovered that his in-laws wanted to spend Sunday with the kids and that I had the next day off work, we began to quickly pan an impromptu steelhead hunt for the next day. The Prince had to work so it would just be the two of us. We decided to try the Quatse River again after getting skunked there last week. We checked the weather report (**remember this as you read on**) and it called for light rain and 5 degrees. We thought some fresh water and a rising river level would give us a better chance to find some fish. Reports out of Port Hardy were that people will still pulling out fish in decent numbers and I really really really want to catch a winter steelhead!
We decided to try and get in on the morning bite so we set out on the three hour drive at 4:00am. It was snowing lightly as we headed North but we were trusting the weather report and itching for redemption. As we reached the Woss turnoff it was snowing pretty heavily but by this time we had passed the halfway point and the sun was beginning to rise so we pressed on. The drive took longer than usual because of the snow but we had our lines in the water by 8:00. We were a little disheartened to see that the river level was actually down from the previous week so this limited the number of deep pools where the elusive creatures might be hiding out. We stopped to chat with a fellow angler who told us stories of the fish he had been catching all week but said he had not even had a bite that morning. This seemed to be the theme of the day. Lots of stories of how good the fishing was only a few days earlier. I am starting to this there is a larger Quatse River conspiracy going on designed to make me think I am going insane. I have never even see someone play a fish on that river despite the all the fish tales!
Snowy start to the day
Here fishy fishy!
Beginning of a scary snowy drive